History of Milford Bone: Extraordinary Architecture in the Southern Midwest

2. The Lake

There are those that may seek Milford Bone, the houses, or Quiet Lake in the name of genealogical research, in the name of sacred exploration, or in the name of law and land. They shall all be turned away. Those that need to reach Milford Bone can only come by supernatural and divine intervention, as the young man’s story relays. The place tends to turn all others away, Those that purposefully seek a place like Milford Bone are foolish and usually result in existential terror. 

Most will never understand what Milford Bone is, though they think they can categorize it, given its quiet history. Quiet is not the same as unknown. Everyone thinks they know what to do, sending old shoes and awful boxed food for their “impoverished” neighbors of the near South or the upper Midwest, whatever you prefer to call us. They call us faith healers, snake handlers, and pagans because they are grasping at straws to know what we are. I suppose they might never know who we are for real, what our legacy is. 

The Reed family has been keepers of these esoteric memories for as long as most of us can remember. They turn the curious away, making sure they never return. The original peoples of the lands knew what this place was and they also chose to stay away, unless they were responsible for guarding it. 

The houses each hold truths to what has and will transpire. They are the blueprints of heaven, the four pillars of the eternal structure of the great reward and the source of our eternal knowledge which came from the angel monster in the muck at the bottom of the lake up unto the beings that brought us here, the giants that make their home in the night sky. Dvora would tell me I’m being too straight forward now, but that’s okay.

The Reed Family has told us this, so far, as a secret understanding of their history in relation to the beatific force that finds itself in the soils of our homeland, and will continue to act as scriveners of sacred texts until the lands expire. The others around the lake know and at least abide by the rules set forth by our traditions.  

The Reed Family has warned us that the sacred spaces may cloak themselves in a costume of abandon, the houses of Milford Bone may be seen as a ghost town and the fields around us turn fallow as a means to protection, but we shall not be fooled. Should the below or the above make themselves known again in our lifetimes we will certainly have greater concerns than four houses, no matter how important they are to the preservation of this understanding of the world we believe in. 

The Reed Family has sworn to keep this knowledge and these documents secret, never falling outside of the ones brought here by divine grace. 

The Reed Family has sworn to protect us all.